You see, I live in Georgia- have done so all of my life. There is something deep within that for years now has called me to Maine. Don't ask me why because, to be honest, I have never been. The temperature change wouldn't bother me because I much prefer the Fall/Winter to the Spring (and don't get me started on Southern Summers- I have hated them my entire life!) I was in Chicago one March where it was freezing and snowing - and I was in heaven!
I have decided to take you on a visual daydream today... to the place where I know my heart would sing, and my Wild Child and I could thrive. Enjoy!
It begins with a little artsy village on the coast of Maine...
My home is within walking distance to the village and the seashore...
a beautifully restored Craftsman bungalow...
Inside my home, with a view of the coastline at the window, sits my antique desk (think Under the Tuscan Sun) where I write at every day- being, of course, a beloved children's author at this point...
Looking out my window, I see my Wild Child playing in our colorful,
overgrown garden with her puppy, Lovebug...
When ready to relax I either stretch out with a good book off of the shelf, and cup of coffee, in front of our stone fireplace...
... Or I head into my magickal kitchen, where herbs from our garden are hanging to dry, and some delicious stew is simmering on the stovetop...
As I head out the door to go to my business (that I own and is completely paid for) I stop to look at my car that takes Wild Child and I on great coastal adventures on the weekend...
And finally, I make my way by foot down to the village, to open up for the day,
the Mad Hatter Children's Bookshoppe & Tea Room... a fairy tale of a shoppe that is one part stepping into Alice in Wonderland and the other part Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium.
So, that's my daydream... what's yours?
